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“You could always come home with me after. If you’re free, of course. Cassie’s going to some party tonight.”

“Sounds perfect, come find me when you’re done,” I tell her, relieved I’m getting a second chance, as she slides down my body, a small smirk lifts on her face when she feels my obvious arousal.

“Maybe we’ll find a way to take care of this little problem you have too.” She winks as she gets to the door.

“Sawyer, I’m going to fuck you so good you’ll never use the word little to describe me again,” I growl, but Sawyer just smirks as she slips out of the room, leaving me and my hard dick waiting till she’s off work.

Fuck me.

16

SAWYER

Holy shit. He’s here. Rex is here, at Atlantis, for me.

When Serena told me she saw him, I figured he was just rubbing salt in the wound, just out with his friends to party. So, I went along with Serena’s idea, figuring I could at least make him a bit jealous. I quickly realized how wrong I was when he came barreling onto the stage, practically ripping the guy out of the chair.

Maybe that’s a tad bit dramatic, but he did pay him to leave. Plus, I can’t stop thinking about when he said, “I already found my girl.” Didn’t he just kick me out of his house like two weeks ago?

“Well, that was fun to watch,” Molly says as she walks over to my side of the bar. She doesn’t seem mad, but I wouldn’t blame her if she was. That’s not exactly how that was supposed to go.

“Fuck. Molly, I’m so embarrassed. I’m sorry that happened,” I start, but am quickly silenced by her waving her hand at me with a smile.

“I think you misheard me. I said that was fun to watch, and that’s the truth. Was it a normal strip tease? No. Was it entertaining as fuck for our guests to watch? Well, yeah, and entertainment in any form makes money. So, you get a pass for this one.”

Molly smiles sincerely, and that’s one of the things I love about her. She’s never fake and she’s always supportive. It’s one of the reasons I agreed to work here; I knew that I would be able to trust her.

“Besides, Sawyer, it’s one thing to cause a scene like that just because you’re in a shitty mood. What just happened up on my stage was not due to a shitty mood. That was some hot shit up there. That man is all kinds of possessive over you, and I enjoyed the show. Who am I to judge? I’m just fucking jealous you’re going to be on the receiving end of all that fucking tension he was putting out,” she sighs dramatically.

“Oh, shush. He did not look at me that way. You’re ridiculous. And there’s no tension, don’t try to make something out of nothing,” I mutter.

“Oh really? Then explain to me why he’s sitting at the other end of the bar staring at you like he’s watching his next meal?”

“What?” I shout, a little quicker than necessary, making her laugh. When I look down at the end of the bar, Rex is there, staring at me with hungry eyes that I can only imagine are picturing all the dirty things he wants to do to me tonight. Or at least I hope that’s what’s happening because ever since he kissed me, that’s all I can fantasize about.

When our eyes lock, my thoughts must be written all over my face if his devilish smirk means anything. I feel my face heat up, which only makes him smirk more. Thankfully, he doesn’t torture me too long before breaking eye contact and chuckles while looking down at his drink.

“Girl, go home. Grab that man and get the hell outta here. We’ve got this tonight,” she encourages.

“I can’t do that to you.”

“Yes, you can. I just expect you to ride that man so hard tonight that you’re not able to walk tomorrow. That’ll tell me it was worth it,” Molly says with a wink before shooing me away to grab my things.

As soon as I’m changed and have my things, I search for Rex and find he’s already waiting for me outside the door.

“Hey,” I say awkwardly.

“Hey. Molly said to meet you back here?” he asks, his eyes practically black with lust.

“Yup, I’m good to go,” I say, breathless from just his stare.

“Good,” he says before grabbing my wrist and pulling me out the back door.

“Where are you taking me, you brute?” I ask, doing my best to sound annoyed, but in reality, I love his possessive side.

“My car. Your apartment. Your bed. In that order,” he growls.

“Well, slow down. It’s not a race.”

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